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Chapter 3:
Flashbacks and Dreams



Hermione climbed under
the thick blankets of her four-poster bed, pulling the hangings
closed. She lay awake for a long time, running over everything in her
head. The minutes went by with her eyes becoming gradually heavier.
She shifted sleepily, images flashing into her mind and out again
rapidly. Malfoy\'s face nose-to-nose with hers. His breath playing on
her lips. His hips nuzzling her knees, this time successfully parting
them. His hands moving quickly from the sink to her wrists, pinning
them at her sides. She could feel a hard bulge pressing into her
thigh, Malfoy suddenly pressed his moist lips to hers, his tongue
searching for a way into her mouth. She resisted, squirmed and tried
to cry out, but the pressure on her lips was too hard for any sound
to escape. Finally his tongue found its way between her teeth,
frantically he groped at her, probing her mouth, lashing at her
tongue with his. She gave in and sank into this passionate kiss. His
hands shot to her waist, one arm slipped easily under her robes and
around her back, pulling her to him. Her hands grabbed his hair,
twisting his head to dive deeper into the kiss. He fumbled with their
robes, getting them out of the way, his hand slid up her thigh, under
her skirt and gently brushed her moist and tender "lips".
She let out a slight squeal and tensed reflexively, he pressed on,
rubbing her, feeling her heat up and become nicely wet. He withdrew
his hand to undo his fly, pulling out his rock hard piece and moved
in for entry. She could feel the tip teasing her and he mirrored this
with his kiss, pulling back, administering lighter kisses while
gradually increasing the pokes. She groaned in frustration, "I
need you." She moaned into his kiss. At this he plunged into
her, sending a spasm through her, arching her back, she let out a
huge sigh and began panting with his thrusts. He increased his speed
and pulled her head back to him for a kiss, she crossed her ankles
behind his back and moved with him. They fit so perfectly, he swelled
inside her and thrust against her g-spot, wave after wave of ecstasy
crashing over her. She felt amazing, a huge surge of indescribable
pleasure came over her and a second later he groaned in climax and
shot his load into her.



Hermione woke the next
morning groggy and confused. Flashes from her dream returning to her
until the picture was complete and she readied herself for the day
feeling ashamed and confused. How could she be having these dreams,
about Malfoy of all people?